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| photo and background: Copyright � 2000, D. A. Johnson, All rights reserved. |
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| Row by row they stand in tight attention spanned, tattered uniforms worn clinging, flapping listless in the wind. A seasoned force of might battered now, unshaven still, heads bowed in transfixed stare, hollow cheeks, yet standing tall. Each soldier in the ranks holds the product of his fight, of storm and wind and parched travail, An ear of corn ready for the fall. Knowingly, these soldiers march in honor duty bound obey giving back their very dust under autumn's harvest summon call. ================================ Prairie Dan, 12/11/00 Copyright � 2000, D. A. Johnson, All rights reserved. |